If writing verse were seen as cursed, then down with the devil I'd be.
The world can't end or comprehend just what this means to me.
For when in doubt I come about with such and such a phrase.
Swift will I write, all through the night, till I see the sun's sweet rays.
My spirit will, with use of quill, turn lines into a poem.
And when it's done, my words, well spun, will say: This'll show'em!
Good luck to all those poor souls who, like me, have much to say.
Perhaps we'll meet, by stream or street, sometime, somewhere, some day.
And on that day I'll share with you, some lines from my imagination.
We'll laugh, we'll share, smell the sweet air as friendship takes animation.
10 10 10! Yes, we'll all share our lines..then no one would feel left out! Preets
Great Amit... Really great... I share the sentiments. A 10 from me. Anjana
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
your words flow...and how! ! ! ...great going...hoping to read more from you...love...nalini